Subtitled: What’s eating you tonight??!!??
I’m an emotional eater. The size of my rear can attest to that. I’m also at that point in the hormonal cycle where soda, chips, salsa and nutella comprise the basic 4 food groups.
I made some plans for this evening. These plans hinged upon other people following their usual schedule.
The usual schedule was most decidedly NOT followed.
I found out at 9PM that we’re having a sleepover. I wasn’t asked, nor was I even “told”. Yes, this kid is here enough to be considered part of the family. Had I BEEN asked, the answer probably would have been “yes”. I don’t mind changing my plans around, given proper notice.
We ate supper at 530PM. I started clock-watching at 630….and had apple slices with leftover cream-cheese icing while I read the paper.
At 730, I asked the kid if the parental unit had been contacted, and if everything was OK. Popcorn munching ensued.
At 830, I realized that any shopping I wanted to do would have to be put aside til another day, or take the kid with us. This is not something I wanted to do…I wanted it to be a mother/daughter outing. While I loaded the dishwasher, nutella and pretzels kept me company.
At 930, they told me she was sleeping over. I said “Nobody ASKED me, nobody TOLD me!” and got that pre-teen eyeroll. Chips and salsa followed.
So….I’m an emotional eater.